#ocmarcel

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More on Marcel Vanserra, Third Son of Autumn and resident psychopath:

• The only Vanserra brother to have inherited Beron’s brown eyes, though Marcel’s have an unusual paleness to them

• Conjures smoke instead of fire — extremely lethal to the senses. One touch is enough to cause burns, convulsions, and hallucinations. Breathing it in makes the body slowly rot from the inside

• Marcel is not immune to his own magic, so when torturing, he protects himself by wearing leather gloves and a mask

• Bonus: when asked why his smoke magic would hurt its own master, Marcel simply shrugs it off by saying: “My power, my blood, everything that I am was given to me by my father. Why should it wish to do anything but hurt me?”

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I Bet on Losing Dogs 🐺🔥 || Character Cards 4/5

In a lucky twist of fate, smokewraith-assassin Nesta Archeron becomes the first person to ever attempt killing Beron Vanserra and escape unharmed. Now, the entire Guard chases after her, led by the one and only Autumn Court Heir. But Eris Vanserra doesn’t seek to punish — no, he wants to enlist her help.

Eris’s Card || Nesta’s Card || Sylas’s Card

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Meet Marcel Vanserra, the Third Son of Autumn and the Court’s Torturer. Preferring to stay in the deep, dark dungeons beneath the Forest House, Marcel lives out his days doing the work Beron has deemed too dirty to stain his own hands with. Unlike his brother Sylas, though, Marcel doesn’t do his father’s bidding to please him — no, Marcel simply enjoys it.

His unique powers make the work all the more pleasing: instead of the blazing Vanserra fire, Marcel conjures a deadly, sizzling smoke that suffocates everything in its path. It only takes one inhale of Marcel’s smoke for your lungs to blacken in your chest — and oh, does he enjoy letting his victims breathe so freely.

@dusk-muse I hope you love Marcel, who I’ve had so much fun creating! I can’t wait for you to see my favorite little psychopath in action. You can view Part 2 of his Card & a close-up below!

Marcel Vanserra is my OC, please do not use him in any works. Thank you!

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Thoroughly saddened to report Marcel Vanserra smokes in a Modern AU 😔

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Marcel Vanserra’s leather mask and gloves are enforced by old Lesser Faerie magic to keep him safe from the lethal power of his smoke. They were a gift from Eris, who had spent weeks in the Day Court researching wards that might keep his younger brother from accidentally harming himself.

Eris had planned to gift them to Marcel on his fifteenth birthday. Two days before, Marcel had lost control of his smoke, causing a significant chunk of his right forearm to burn down to the bone. It was contained by a healer, though the lost skin and muscle the smoke had sizzled through were unfortunately irreparable due to his magic’s cruel will.

Eris still blames himself for that day.

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Decided to sluttify Marcel’s mask a little and add more details!

Also gloveless hand reveal!

Marcel Vanserra is my OC — please do not use him in any works, thank you!

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Dead Eyes Marcel

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vanserra bros most to least likely to say “I love you” for the first time during sex 🎤

Oh the brothers who have never been told "I love you" ever in their life?

NSFW incoming SORRY I'M SORRY

Most, surprisingly (or not?) -- Sylas. DEFINITELY lets it slip while he's thrusting deep inside. You just felt so good, so perfect, it's almost as if you were made for him, to be his. No one has ever known him this way, no one else ever will. He never wanted this to happen, but he is yours as much as you are his. Too far gone to even think about going back. It started off rough, possessive, but now that those words are out, his touches hold a new tenderness to them. Sylas Vanserra has, somehow, become gentle with you. Only you.

Second likely? Bet you never expected this -- Marcel. He doesn't mean it, of, course, not really. What he loves is the way your eyes light up when he tells you he loves you -- oh, he will delight in turning that light to tears when he brings you to your knees later. He loves the way your mouth parts slightly; he knows it's going to take him so well when the time comes. He loves the way your voice shakes when you say you love him, too -- he's thinking about the rasp it will carry after he makes you beg screaming. He loves how good for him you're being, how easy to steer right where he wants you. So perfect that ruining you will be even sweeter.

Least likely to ever say he loves you -- Vermilion. How, you might ask? He was just in your bed last night, making you feel like nothing, no one, has ever been more important in this world. He made you feel so good, so complete. He begged you, wonder and adoration in his eyes, to take and take from him again until he had nothing left to give. And after all of that, he's just going to leave? You'll never see him again? The answer is yes. It's for the best. With the rising sun, he isn't Ver anymore, he's Vermilion Vanserra, and he must look and act the part. To love you would be to associate you with that name. To love you would be to put you in danger. No; he won't let himself even think about loving you. So long as it keeps you safe.

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I’m currently working on some non-Vanserra projects but I know I’ve been neglecting the Marcel girlies so have a babygirl from my WIP folder :)

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Do the Vanbros have a favorite childhood memory?

EXCELLENT ask. It's new lore time (sorry in advance)

Sylas will never admit it, but he remembers following Eris around as a child. He remembers seeing Eris as his older brother, someone so strong and impressive and fierce who'd promised to always protect him. He remembers young Eris leaving the Forest House to go on hunts, and he remembers sneaking out to run after him, eyes wide and bright, desperate to be just like him. He remembers, but he won't let himself think about it -- about any of it. Has not thought about it in centuries, for fear that Eris might suddenly become something more than what he is now. An enemy. An obstacle. A target. Sylas only thinks about Beron telling him he's weak, weaker than Eris, a disappointment. Another failure of a son. A wasted opportunity, a hope a father had harbored for nothing. Maybe, if he proves he's stronger than Eris, Beron will change his mind. But, just look at him. Sylas can practically hear the discontentment hissing through Beron's teeth. He could never defeat his older brother. Sylas has never even managed to defeat his own raging magic, and he's got the scars to prove it.

Marcel remembers nothing. Too many years of his life had been spent in the Forest House under Beron's close watch to remember anything that had happened prior. Marcel remembers the torture, the near-silent whispers of incantations Beron had found in the Middle. Magic aimed to steal, to take, to conquer. Marcel remembers the forceful pull of Beron's magic against his own, the agonizing pain of a High Lord's command to surrender the smoke so that he may claim its power for himself. He remembers praying to the Mother, the Cauldron, the Forgotten Gods, to just give it to him and let the pain slip away. He remembers losing faith in all of them. He remembers his mind crumbling thought by thought, scar by scar, until nothing good remained. If it had, he might have remembered being born shortly before the War. He might have remembered Beron hardly being around during his early childhood, and the nightmares the staff's stories about the battles ahead would give him. He might have remembered falling asleep to a gentle, crackling fire, and the small children's book in Eris's hands. His brother's quiet voice reading him stories about the animals living in Autumn's beautiful, golden forests, the very image lulling him to sleep.

Vermilion did not have a happy childhood. He remembers wandering the empty halls of the Forest House, haunted only by the ghost his mother had become. She was always so sad -- so lifeless, the russet of her eyes like decaying Autumn leaves, giving way to a piercing, ruthless winter. He remembers trying to make her laugh, if only so that her eyes might light up and Autumn might last a little bit longer. And he did, sometimes. Those precious seconds are what he holds onto today, when he visits the House for formal events as Beron's perfect emissary, and the look she gives him is no different than that of the ghost's. So no, he didn't have a happy childhood, but all that changed with one equinox -- the one event his mother had been allowed to leave the House to attend. Vermilion, a very young adult now, knew then; she was still in there, buried somewhere too deep for Ver to uncover. A few months later, he sees that russet sparkle again -- but it's no longer held in his mother's eyes. Lucien's birth had changed everything, and Autumn was back in Vermilion's life, putting an end to the years of unforgiving winter. He swore, then, that this russet light, he would never let die out. Lucien would be his to protect, his to love, his to show his mother that being Vanserra has never meant a thing to Vermilion. And so he did -- he took Lucien everywhere, snuck the teenage little rake in to taverns, brothels, and hunts, balls and galas where they'd place bets on which highborn lady would go home with either of them first. And when, one hunt, Lucien took home Jesminda, Vermilion had never seen that spark burn brighter. It is the failure of his life that Vermilion was the one to kill it. He remembers holding Lucien down, the hot tears of his brother staining his jacket, Lucien's still-weak fire burning Vermilion's skin. But he didn't relent. It had to be done. But now, Vermilion wonders -- was the death of that spark worth it if all it left behind is another ghost?

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this is extremely horny and I understand if you don’t want to answer lol, but what are Vermillion and Marcel like as romantic/sexual partners?

of course Marcel is evil but you’ve alluded multiple times to him being a whore and an ace in the sheets and I would die for some examples 🤲

Okay okay so I was planning to answer this like a normal, non-horny person but then I started browsing on Pinterest and uh. Please enjoy, under the cut, Sylas/Marcel/Vermilion as romantic/sexual partners as told by base drawing references I found:

‼️ Warning for NSFW/implied dub-con (under Marcel)

Sylas: possessive/worshipping/biting

Marcel: obsession/control/dub-con

Vermilion: switch/yearning/teasing

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I need your author input on this because I’ve been imaging it lately. This is how I think it would go if you tried to pull the “omg your hand is so much bigger than mine, let’s compare” move on the vanbros: Vermillion would know exactly what you’re doing but plays along with a smug look on his face, Marcel knows what you’re doing and does NOT play along (he thinks it’s stupid), Sylas does not quite get it because no one’s been brave enough to pull stupid flirting moves like that with him before. Or perhaps I’m underestimating his rizz. I’ve been imagining him as being a bit rizzless (probably all went to Vermillion in the womb)

Absolutely obsessed with your mind Anon, allow me to offer some extra thoughts:

Vermilion — 100% plays along with it. “Is your hand really that small? Let me see.” You place your open palm to his own and, before you so much as blink, he interlaces your fingers and spins you around, your back suddenly pressed against the wall. “Got you,” he whispers against your temple, pinning your still joined hands above your head. “What now?”

Marcel — I actually see him playing along with it, too, but in an entirely different way 👀 Your curiosity wins as you press your palm to his gloved one, the leather surprisingly coarse to the touch. You want to ask him why he always wears those when you notice a sliver of smoke coil itself around your wrist. “What is that?” you ask, earning a soft chuckle, a non-answer that only makes your back stiffen. “Let me go,” you order sternly, but your voice wavers as the smoke begins its trail down your forearm, clearly heading towards your waist. “Relax,” he murmurs. “It will make everything a lot easier.”

Sylas — Two words: touch starved. “You’re not as clever as you think,” he says gruffly, making you retract your hand from his an inch, discouraged. Before you pull away, though, he catches your wrist, his grip strong enough to make you struggle. He guides your hand to his cheek, lips grazing over your fingers in a whisper of a kiss. Transfixed, your thumb studies the crescent of his bottom lip, and you swear you feel his whole body shudder at the sensation.

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Someone asked for a Part 2 to the NSFW Vanserra brothers as romantic/sexual partners and I am here to deliver.

Warning for NSFW under the cut and also implied dub-con for Marcel:

Sylas: “You’re the only one who can touch me like this.” // “You belong to me.” // “Say you need me.” // “Little liar.” // “Just one taste. Please.”

Marcel: “I don’t like my things so loud.” // “Why are you crying?” // “Relax for me.” // “There. Now, wasn’t that easier?” // “You’re so pretty like this.”

Vermilion: “You are simply outstanding.” // “And what will you do if I beg you for it?” // “So gentle with me. Have I given you the wrong impression?” // “Oh, you like seeing me like this.” // “Don’t miss me too much in the morning.”

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also i just got a thot teehee

how do you think sylas, vermillion and marcel react in modern day to their partner(or reader idk im just imagining myself teehee) having a pinterest board dedicated to couple goals

i recently made my own account on pinterest and have a board 'goals🌸' where i only sae cute cuple pics lol

i feel like marcel will think its so stupid like 'ew🤨'

vermillion would prolly be like. 'wanna recreate those? 😏'

and maybe sylas will be wondering if his partner wants those things and try to be slick and d those things, like holding hands and hugging, but the whole time hes like 'am i doing this right? is it awkward????'

i love them sm 😭

LOVE this ask oh my god thank you!! Allow me to add on:

Marcel: Actually fools you at first when he invites you to recreate that one picture of the boyfriend gently holding his partner’s face in his hands while he kisses them. Encouraged, you lean in happily and you’re close enough for your noses to touch when you realize his grip on your chin is a little too firm. You try to pull back to no effect, and a small smile creeps onto his features, his pupils widening like a cat’s. Smoke begins to form around you, creeping from his leather-clad forearms towards your face, and finally, finally into your open mouth. He’s caught another mouse in his trap;)

Vermilion: Takes your phone while you’re not looking. Hijacks your algorithm by adding 50+ photos of the boyfriend getting tied up to your couple goals board. Caresses your face when you get flustered. You were so bold asking him to recreate your board a few moments ago, and suddenly you’re all shy? Don’t play coy with him. He knows exactly how to make you regain your confidence.

Sylas: You’re SO spot on. “Must we really do this?” he sighs, and you lace your fingers tighter together because yes absolutely. The front camera of your phone starts counting down and you rest your cheek on his bicep (oh no he’s tall), lashes fluttering against the sleeve of his shirt. The touch is so faint there is no chance he could have felt it, but the photo you capture proves otherwise: you staring, amazed, at the slight bob of his throat, his back straight as if taken by surprise. The color of his cheeks almost matches his eyes. Could it be that you made Sylas Vanserra himself blush?

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6 for all the vanbros! And piggybacking off that, talk to us about the borders you picked for their character cards :) marcel’s is obvious, but the others? Any symbolism?

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6) Any flowers you associate with your OC?

I LOVE this one

Marcel: White lilies, chrysanthemums, and carnations. All symbolic of death and mourning -- but carnations, in some cultures, also symbolise fascination, or "a suitor's passion for his bride." I thought this was very interesting for Marcel, who doesn't feel love, but feelings like fascination, obsession, and captivation, are definitely something he feels towards his victims like a pull. I also found in my research that some carnations symbolize "pure, innocent love" -- I just thought that was funny/ironic to assign to him LOL. He's the type to lure you in with the promise of love and the gentlest of romances, only to trap you forever once you get too close to his inescapable darkness.

One more flower I have assigned to Marcel, which is a small spoiler for his lore I've subtly pointed to before, is forget-me-nots. To be elaborated ;))

Sylas: Amaryllis, the flower of pride. Yellow hyacinth, symbolizing jealousy and typically sent to someone who doesn’t know your worth. Hydrangeas, associated with jealousy and envy. Petunias, representative of anger and resentment. If he could send them all to Eris, he would.

Vermilion: Daylilies, whose flowers only last for one day, representing love that is beautiful yet fleeting -- Vermilion never lets himself love for longer than one night. Camellias, symbolizing a deep longing. Lily of the valley, associated with regret and usually sent to someone you hurt. Lastly, bougainvillea, because I envision those flowers blooming in the Summer Court, which is Vermilion's safe space where he goes to escape, the place where he has people he trusts, and where he's hidden away his private art studio, where he can paint in peace.

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VELIDE! I’m sure this has been asked but what is Marcel’s hair regiment? Does he condition? Hair mask? Soaks his hair in the blood of his enemies? Hair oils? It’s for science 🤓 and also his hair looks so gorgeous 😫 I’m jealous of his hair routine

It hasn’t been asked actually 👀👀 not to get oddly specific but you know that scene of Patrick Bateman’s morning routine in American Psycho? Something like that: he has a very strict regiment he can’t skip.

It’s less of a narcissism thing (I feel like all the Vanserras just can’t escape that one LOL) and more of a subconscious “I must always be the one in full control” feeling. There is so little Marcel has on his own — Eris has his own usurp-the-throne agenda, Sylas has the Autumn armies and the classic usurp-Eris agenda, Vermilion has [redacted for spoilers 👀], and Marcel has… what? The power to kill, except that it constantly tries to kill him as well. Most of the people he tortures aren’t even interesting enough to make it fun for him, anyway.

ANYWAY I DIGRESS LOL — hair oils for SURE. This is such a niche and potentially weird (??) detail too, but Marcel scent reveal: you know that scent when you walk into an old european church?? The stone, candles, whatever it is they put in their incense? His hair smells like that

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what are the vwvb's (velidewrites vanserra bros) individual handwritings like :)

I’m so sorry I let this sit in my askbox for so long but you know I had to find only the BEST references for you:

Sylas: A messy cursive. Reading it, you know this person comes from nobility, was taught to write in a way indicative of their status, but… somewhere along the way, he was carried away by the never-ending gallop of his uneasy mind. It starts off neatly and grows more and more restless as the words progress. Chasing something he can never truly reach.

Marcel: Too elegant and perfect for someone who’s spent more of his life holding a knife than a pen. There are moments in the reports he writes where the tails of certain letters become too masterful, too intricate to ignore, as though the writer himself let the excitement of his words carry him away. The twirl over the “b” in “blood,” the gentle sway of the “t” in “torture.” The handwriting is as proud of its master’s work as the master himself.

Vermilion: The official letters written by the Autumn Court’s emissary are indicative of a highborn, someone who always knows who to ask, where to look, what to say. His handwriting is too neat, too inviting even for a diplomat, let alone a Vanserra, that you can’t help but see it for what it truly is: a façade (top image). Beneath all that lies a free spirit, an artist, an adventurer… a lover. His true handwriting (bottom two) is only for your eyes to see, a note left by your bedside table in the morning: “Thank you for last night. I’m sorry. — Ver”

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This wasn’t exactly on the ask meme, but how do the vanserra bros feel about each other? As in, your oc’s feelings about each other and the canon vanserra bros. Are any of them closer than others?

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Oh I love love LOVE this question. I’m going to outline the most important ones, I think — I feel like I’ve been making my answers so LONG lmao — but if you’re curious about any specific ones let me know and I’ll elaborate!!

Sylas and Eris have the most obvious, hate-fueled relationship, though it’s more one-sided on Sylas’s part than Eris’s. Sylas sees himself as more powerful than Eris, and feels that the magic was wrong in choosing him as Beron’s heir. He’s the discarded second child, the obvious disappointment, the spare. His entire life revolves around proving Beron, who obviously doesn’t care, otherwise. That feeling of injustice is what drives him, and what fuels Sylas’s fire magic with the same anger that keeps on making him lose control. On Eris’s part, on the surface it may seem like Eris finds him pathetic and not worth his attention, as the clearly weaker, jealous brother. In reality, though, Eris feels at fault for the way Sylas turned out, as he remembers how cheerful and joyous he used to be following 20-something year old Eris around as a child.

Lucien and Vermilion have the most complicated relationship out of all the brothers. They practically grew up together — once Lucien reached adulthood, it was Ver who took him to all the parties, taught him how to flirt, sass, and charm anyone and anything. In my mind, we see the most of Vermilion’s personality shine through in the Lucien we see in Book 1 — though, believe it or not, Vermilion has an even greater tendency to be dramatic.

As they got older, the distance between them grew, though — Lucien got sent away often as emissary, Ver was training as a warrior at that time, with Beron hoping to use his particular set of skills to strengthen the Autumn Guard. And when Lucien met Jesminda, everything fell apart entirely, with Vermilion being the one to hold him down during her execution to protect him from Beron killing Lucien right where he stood. Lucien sees this as the ultimate betrayal, though, and wants nothing to do with Vermilion unless it means killing him. Vermilion, blaming himself, accepts that and never contacts Lucien again, but, using his contacts across Prythian, regularly checks in on Lucien during his exile to make sure he’s okay and as happy in his new home as circumstances allow. He also redirects Beron’s attention to other matters whenever his father remembers about Lucien’s alliance with Spring — he uses his position as the new Autumn emissary to create fake conflicts that would draw Beron’s focus away from his little brother.

Marcel has no interest in having any sort of relationship with his brothers. He sees Sylas as more of an animal than a worthy opponent, and he usually forgets about Vermilion’s existence at all. Since finding out about Lucien’s parentage, he hasn’t seen him as a brother at all. The only brother he pays any attention to is Eris, who he acknowledges as the objectively stronger one, and interacts with him only for that reason and only when absolutely needed.

Marcel was born around the time of the First War, when Beron was far too occupied to care about his newborn son. It was Eris who’d practically raised him for the first few years of Marcel’s life.